Could see the panic in his face.
Then Luca had his hand over my mouth, and he was pulling me solidly into his chest.
But I got a few more words in before he did.
“Do you know what it feels like to have someone come back from the dead?” I asked. “Because I
do. I know what it feels like…”
Then I was crying again.
I wasn’t sure what all happened after that because Luca was dragging me away again.
I was throwing up again.
And I was fairly sure Ortiz was still ripping Tim a new asshole.
Or maybe a second new asshole, holding my words against him.
When I finished this time, it was to find Luca smiling.
“What are you laughing about?” I sniffled against his chest.
He had two massive wet spots from where my face had been pressed against his gray t-shirt for
my crying jags.
It looked weird, but he still worked it.
I chanced a look over Luca’s shoulder and didn’t find the man that’d been yelling at Tim anywhere
in sight.
Tim, however, was talking to a man that was inspecting the helicopter.
“I just yelled at someone really important,” I said to Luca. “My dad’s going to hear about it.”
Luca started to squeeze me.
“Your dad will hear about it?” he asked.
My dad had been a drill instructor before he’d gotten out of the military.
He knew a lot of people, and even though Dad wasn’t in the Navy, I had no doubt in my mind that
he’d know about what I’d just done by the end of the day.
It was inevitable. Someone, somewhere, will have known who I was. And will have known who
my father was.
Word would spread, and it wouldn’t take long for the right person to hear and to tell my…
My phone rang.
I didn’t even bother to sigh as I looked at the readout.
“It’s my dad.”
